President of Chuancheng Entertainment

Suddenly there was a beeping sound outside the door, and then the door was opened. At the door, Xia Yang put the supermarket shopping bag in his hand on the cabinet at hand, changed the shoes on his feet, put on the slippers at home, and then put the shopping bag on the shelf. Bag in hand into the hall.

Xia Yang saw his brother sitting on the sofa, with black hair hitting the side of his face leaving only a perfect outline, his eyes were looking out of the window without focus.

Xia Yang put the things on the kitchen table, looked at his lost brother, sighed and sat beside Xia Chen, and called out: "Brother".

"You're back." Xia Chen withdrew his gaze and landed on Xia Yang.

Only after he conveyed brother song's words to his brother yesterday, his assistant came to pack up his things, did Xia Yang know that his brother was about to be discharged from the hospital.Xia Yang looked anxious and wanted to dissuade him, but his brother ignored his protest and insisted on leaving the hospital.

Then he saw the news of his brother's termination of the contract on the Internet, and only then did he know what brother Song meant by that.

In his eyes, brother Song Yu is totally different from other entertainment companies.Those people always try to get the most benefits and value from their elder brother, and they don't care at all whether they will betray other people's privacy in what way.

And what "SYU" gave was hope in Xia Yang's despair, everyone was throwing stones at them, only that contract saved his brother in the dark abyss.

He knew his brother's temper very well. He had heard countless times that the phone call from Song Yu was picked up by his brother, and then he sneered and hung up.However, the phone will still ring a second time.

His elder brother always speaks like this without mercy. The younger brother is the most dazzling one in everyone's eyes. He is arrogant and never bows his head. He will never say what he wants, but will deny it with a sneer fact.

In front of him, the gloomy emotions overflowing from his elder brother proved that his elder brother has feelings for "SYU", and he is definitely not indifferent to Song Yu.

"Brother, do you regret it?" Xia Yang asked.

Xia Chen naturally knew what he was talking about, so he raised his lips and smiled contemptuously: "There is nothing to regret, leaving Song Yu is exactly what I can't ask for."

This smile looked more like an insincere wry smile in Xia Yang's eyes, "Brother, then look at your current appearance. You should be dazzling and bright, and this dejected look is not brother at all!"

"Heh, who said that I should be bright and bright? I'm just a third-rate star who can only rely on other people's unspoken rules to get on the top, play, laugh and sleep with me. This kind of me...this kind of me is not me at all!!" Xia Xia Chen stood up "cracking", covering his face with his hands, and his voice was hoarse.

In this circle, as long as he is still in Song Yu's company for a day, someone will always poke his back and say that he has no strength, but his ability to serve people is first-rate.

In my mind, I kept replaying the small hole in the hospital that was scratched by the fragments of the water cup, the blood dripping from the side of Song Yu's face, and the expression of helplessness.

He was disgusted to death by Song Yu's entanglement for four years, and he was tied up for four years.

But... But why did his heart seem to be empty when he really left.

Xia Yang looked at his brother who was on the verge of an emotional outburst again, and stopped talking.

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Song Yu returned to the office and sat back at his desk, and Xi Yan also quickly threw himself into work.

Song Yu sat on the soft chair, only feeling the continuous tearing pain from the wound, as if a small knife was continuously cutting the heart of the left forearm.

He could no longer maintain a normal expression on his face, and frowning and shrunk his shoulders could not relieve the pain at all. Beads of sweat slid down his forehead to his chin, and the scattered sweat had already wet the broken hair on his forehead .

A groan accidentally escaped from his mouth, causing Xi Yan to turn his head in an instant, just in time to see the pale-faced Song Yu.

"Song Yu, let me have a look." Xi Yan walked to the desk without hesitation, and his stern face became even colder.

The long-sleeved sweatshirt was carefully and carefully lifted by Xi Yan and pushed to the elbow of the arm, the white and clean bandage was already bleeding, Xi Yan's brows were furrowed tighter, and the movements of his hands became more gentle.

The bandages on the wound were untied one after another, revealing some torn wounds, blood was constantly oozing out from the gap.

Although it would not be possible to go to the hospital to have the wound stitched up again, the push just now made Song Yu stop the bleeding and the healing wound opened again.

There is a standing medicine box in Xi Yan's office, and he tries not to cry out in pain while taking the medicine.

"Did they do it?" Xi Yan asked.

Of course they were referring to the group outside the door just now, "They all met by accident, and they didn't know that I was injured on my hand."

Xi Yan didn't speak any more, and silently wrapped his wound with a new bandage, and put down his sleeve.

After the medicine was applied to the wound, there was a cold feeling, and the pain was relieved a lot, so I heard Xi Yan say: "Push the chair over and sit next to me."

Knowing that his brother was worried about his wound, Song Yu pushed the chair to the seat where he came to the company office for the first time.

Just happened to see the white ceramic cup placed on the desk next to the computer, which was the prize that Song Yu brought back from the amusement park a few days ago, and he couldn't help showing a slight smile.

Xi Yan brought over the stock trading tutorial book on how to make a fortune that he had put on the table, and also brought a pack of dried fruits.Putting it in front of him, he glanced at Song Yu's casual sitting posture with disgust, then turned his head away and said, "Sit well."

After Xi Yan sat down, he dialed the landline in front of the desk, "Manager Zhang."

A middle-aged man's voice came from over there, and he replied with a little nervousness: "President Xi, do you know what's the matter?"

"It seems that your department is very busy this month? Have you finished all the quarterly reports? You have time to come to my office to fight around. Why don't we start the meeting at the end of the month tomorrow?"

When Manager Zhang saw the number displayed on the landline and a group of female staff who came back sneakily, he knew that there was nothing good going on.

The monthly meeting will be held tomorrow. Doesn't this mean that he and the rest of the people will vomit blood together?

What's more, they haven't started to count the quarterly report at all. He can already imagine the pain of being thrown on the face by the folder. He stared at a group of guilty female staff and said to his lips: "You really put I got killed!"

"Manager Zhang?" Xi Yan spoke again.

"Mr. Xi... this, this is too early. Can you have a few days in the evening?" Manager Zhang hesitated, not knowing what these people did to make Mr. Xi come to the door in person.

"The meeting will be on time at two o'clock tomorrow afternoon, and I can pack up and go home if I can't finish it." Xi Yan said.

Manager Zhang was sweating profusely, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and answer: "Okay, we will prepare well." Then he hung up the phone over there.

Then I heard Manager Zhang wailing to the sky, pointing at the noses of those female employees and cursing: "What did you guys do?! Everyone can't finish the report today, so get out tomorrow!!"